waiting melancholic in a parking lot
lost in thought and wondering when
my capacity for fascination lapsed
zoned out staring out the window
turn with growing awareness then
struck dumb with wonder when
the evening-honeyed sunlight runs
so sweetly through the thicket trees
dripping down the breeze shifting leaves
that shine like glass and molten gold
i finally breathe and see
holy moments such as these
make memories like batteries
sustaining a once waning sense
of reverence
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